Song parody of
Turning Blue
by Madness
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With the ease of a practiced smile
The tears of a crocodile
Well, shake then wash your hands
Of the smell of foreign land
The propaganda woman said
It might be worse - you could be dead
Now we've an impressive show
Wind it up and watch it go
Still a strange thing to me
Is there's no place I'd rather be
Roller coasting backwards to
Up and down and turning blue
No pie in the sky
For the small man gets smaller
But a poke in the eye
From an unwelcome caller
Still a strange thing to me
Is there's no place I'd rather be
Roller coasting backwards to
Up and down and turning blue
Policeman's eyes on overload
A fractured island might explode
A million pieces washed ashore
From Disneyland to Warsaw
Let's have a rehearsal run
An underground holiday in the sun
Take time to sit and reflect
A white wall where the sun collects
Still a strange thing to me
Is there's no place I'd rather be
Roller coasting backwards to
Up and down and turning blue
Still a strange thing to me
Well, there's no place I'd rather be
Roller coasting backwards to
Up and down and
With the ease of a practiced smile
The tears of a crocodile
Well, shake then wash your hands
Of the smell of foreign land
The propaganda woman said
It might be worse - you could be dead
Now we've an impressive show
Wind it up and watch it go
Still a strange thing to me
Is there's no place I'd rather be
Roller coasting backwards to
Up and down and turning blue
No pie in the sky
For the small man gets smaller
But a poke in the eye
From an unwelcome caller
Still a strange thing to me
Is there's no place I'd rather be
Roller coasting backwards to
Up and down and turning blue
Policeman's eyes on overload
A fractured island might explode
A million pieces washed ashore
From Disneyland to Warsaw
Let's have a rehearsal run
An underground holiday in the sun
Take time to sit and reflect
A white wall where the sun collects
Still a strange thing to me
Is there's no place I'd rather be
Roller coasting backwards to
Up and down and turning blue
Still a strange thing to me
Well, there's no place I'd rather be
Roller coasting backwards to
Up and down and
